∞ [thirty-seven]

[fatespoken]

Amazing. A pair of breasts and suddenly you're receiving double the tips. And that's all I have to say about this week.

But if I could have predicted being cursed, I would have pushed it. Money— I don't need the City's charity. Asking for something from home would translate into something horrific like dropping Rainer on my front door rather than my dog. I can't say I'm particularly homesick either. And it's not because because of negligible acquaintances.

Anyway, tomorrow's thanksgiving. I think? I can spot it somewhere between the 24th and the 27th, but I usually forget the exact date. Never used to celebrate it back home. But since it is Thanksgiving, we should all expect man-eating turkeys as part of tomorrow's curse. I hope they eat Caspian and Chase.

Comments

[eiremagic]

What the bloody fuck happened? Did I miss somethin' interestin'?

[fatespoken]

... No, nothing at all.

[eiremagic]

...okay.

[fatespoken]

Feeling better, Leprechaun?

[eiremagic]

...yeah. Loads.

Sorry.

[fatespoken]

It's not like you did anything to me. Forget about it.

[eiremagic]

Wish I could.

[fatespoken]

Did anything stupid while cursed? More stupid than usual, I mean.

[eiremagic]

Dunno.

[fatespoken]

First you say you wish you could forget, then you say you dunno.

That curse must have involved losing a few brain cells.